The Cramper

Have you ever known a free lancer
thinks that he’s a camper
known around my way as the cramper
like p.m.s. always pokin’
but he won’t go away with a little motrin
now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder
the worms kinda like i guess a modern day felix unger
when ya first meet em ya think he’s o.k.
but then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way
hear say here i say thru the grapevine
he squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line
just like a little fuc*** fag
he always wants to get high but never has a bag
never works says he can’t find the right job
ain’t got a dime and when he does he’s a tightwad
he’s the dampest there’s no one damp
huh huh…. he’s the muther fuc*** cramper
now the crampers red, there’s no one redder,
he rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater
he’s sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer
u come home he’s at your house drinkin your last beer
pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him
always wearin out his mother fuc*** welcome
and then sporty’s never that cautious
he sips from your forty and he always backwashes
talk about a certain subject, he’ll jinx it
let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it
he’s the dampest, there’s no one damper
huh huh…. he’s the mother fuc*** cramper